[He wants to ask if she knows what she's really asking. Those things that are a part of his nature are not pretty things, things done in private because they must be not...not something he'd ever want anyone to see. Never mind her. Never mind anyone that would entertain the thought of loving him even a little bit like this.
But she's so red and flustered and looking up at her right now, seeing the little marks of what they've done together already, he can't give any other answer except for:]
Yes. Over the years.
[Maybe that's expecting too much, years. But she said not even soon, and so that means years.]
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[He wants to ask if she knows what she's really asking. Those things that are a part of his nature are not pretty things, things done in private because they must be not...not something he'd ever want anyone to see. Never mind her. Never mind anyone that would entertain the thought of loving him even a little bit like this.
But she's so red and flustered and looking up at her right now, seeing the little marks of what they've done together already, he can't give any other answer except for:]
Yes. Over the years.
[Maybe that's expecting too much, years. But she said not even soon, and so that means years.]